Written by: Bi.A.Piggy Reposted from other sites Standard Rules and licensing applies. This story comes from the depths of my mind. I am not a professional writer just someone who like to put the dirty ideas in his head online for others to enjoy. I don't care if you don't like my style. If you don't like what you're reading, close the window and read so...
My first time was the result of a long building desire to have sex with another man. It was also the result of my girlfriend of three years. To start out, myself and Shea had been together pretty much since I was 17 years old and she was 15. I was 21 at the time, and I was going to a wedding of a family friend I had known for a while. Now for the backstory...
I was at a gas station taking a leak when a guy in fatigues walked in and started pissing beside me. I looked over trying to catch a peak as usual, plus a man in uniform always gets me horny. I asked him if he was based in North Carolina, and he said that he just recently got back from a recent tour. I thanked him for everything he does, and he smiled and th...
His huge cock entered my hungry mancunt. That's what he called it. It used to be my asshole. I wasn't allowed to call it that anymore. Now, it was my mancunt, hungry for a real man to fill it. That's what tonight was all about. My man (a few days ago that would've sounded weird to say) was going to fill my mancunt with his seed and make me his bitch. As soon...
It was a Saturday in the early part of December and the eight soon-to-be-players were stuck at school, of course not by choice, but because detention always claimed its victims. Mr. Brown, one of the school's science teachers, led the group of seniors to the Study Hall, a windowless room where the were to serve their time like inmates. What none of them knew...
Jamie told me he wanted to go see a movie, so we walked up to Union Station; it was 10 blocks away from the house. I cannot remember what the movie was, but I DO remember that each time Jamie took a drink of his extra large lemonade, he would hit my leg with his leg and smile. At first, I thought it was just a mistake, but after the 3rd time he bumped my thi...
The tanker "Chelsea Bridge" was steaming westwards across the Atlantic, bound for Bayonne, New Jersey, with a cargo of domestic heating oil from North Africa. James Tully, the third engineer, had finished standing his watch in the engine room at midnight, and was dying for a drink. He showered, put on a little pair of blue shorts and a pair of flip-flops, an...
I returned to girl watching and most of these girls were dressed to kill, or get laid. I kept looking around for Steven and also at the women. Some of the women would look at me some would stop and flirt. But I just did not seem to be getting anywhere with them. After having a few drinks, I had to make a pit stop (of course the bathroom is crowded with drunk...
I'd not used those particular toilets before, but I was desperate. I rushed in and went straight to the urinal, unzipping practically as I walked through the door. I could have peed for England; such a blessed relief. I must have let out a huge sigh, as the bloke next to me (whose presence I hadn't really registered) said; 'Feels that good, eh?' I turned my...
(Message written to an online forum) Hello, gentlemen. I found this awesome forum just a little while ago, and I thought I'd introduce myself. I don't have a real name any more, but I am addressed most frequently as "hole" and "cumdump." Actually, although you can't see it in the picture below, "cumdump" is tattooed on my back. So, about me: I am twenty-fi...